Hello,
Clara, who does the food ordering at the tavern, wanted to ask you if you have any preferences regarding the sorts of cheeses she should have the merchants bring.
Clara, who does the food ordering at the tavern, wanted to ask you if you have any preferences regarding the sorts of cheeses she should have the merchants bring.
Hey, it's Korrin.
Someone who's better left unnamed told me what you said in that Templar meeting. I appreciate your being the voice of reason during it, even as I don't envy you that role. Thanks for standing up for us.
Someone who's better left unnamed told me what you said in that Templar meeting. I appreciate your being the voice of reason during it, even as I don't envy you that role. Thanks for standing up for us.
[ Hope Alistair isn't sleeping. Because Beleth isn't. And when she can't sleep, she starts thinking. A dangerous task. ]
Do you ever think about nug feet. They don't have feet. They have little hands. Like people. Why do they have little fingers? Why would a nug need fingers, Alistair.
[ Important stuff here. ]
Do you ever think about nug feet. They don't have feet. They have little hands. Like people. Why do they have little fingers? Why would a nug need fingers, Alistair.
[ Important stuff here. ]
I've only been through one human holiday and I already hate them all.
I ended things with James.
[She doesn't want to talk to anyone else about it, for some reason. Alistair is just...solid and reassuring and that's what she needs right now. Almost everybody else she knows, she has to be solid and reassuring for.]
I ended things with James.
[She doesn't want to talk to anyone else about it, for some reason. Alistair is just...solid and reassuring and that's what she needs right now. Almost everybody else she knows, she has to be solid and reassuring for.]
( Leliana is in the Rookery. No great surprise, because when is she not? Perhaps Alistair could tell by the occasional caw of a raven, or the occasional sound of shoes in a stone floor and wind whipping past the small windows.
The evidence she has is inching close to damning, her nerves burning as she pages through Varric's damnable book and lines up the bare scraps of information that her scouts have brought her concerning the mage Detlef. It is not far beyond suspicion yet, but the pieces seem to fit too well, and she hopes against hope that she is wrong, that there are other explanations. She hopes they did not truly miss this so long.
Anders, of course, was a Grey Warden. A deserter, true, but one of their ranks all the same. If such a man were in Skyhold, it was likely that one Grey Warden knew - at least one, Nathaniel Howe, and Bethany Hawke. And where two knew, it seems feasible that it could spread, unless their loyalty was to their friend before their order, or if they were all of them bound to the secret.
Leliana hesitates (not visually, Maker, she's better than that) and picks up the crystal, allowing herself something of a friendly tone. )
I hope you're keeping warm out there, Alistair.
The evidence she has is inching close to damning, her nerves burning as she pages through Varric's damnable book and lines up the bare scraps of information that her scouts have brought her concerning the mage Detlef. It is not far beyond suspicion yet, but the pieces seem to fit too well, and she hopes against hope that she is wrong, that there are other explanations. She hopes they did not truly miss this so long.
Anders, of course, was a Grey Warden. A deserter, true, but one of their ranks all the same. If such a man were in Skyhold, it was likely that one Grey Warden knew - at least one, Nathaniel Howe, and Bethany Hawke. And where two knew, it seems feasible that it could spread, unless their loyalty was to their friend before their order, or if they were all of them bound to the secret.
Leliana hesitates (not visually, Maker, she's better than that) and picks up the crystal, allowing herself something of a friendly tone. )
I hope you're keeping warm out there, Alistair.
Alistair, I wanted to thank you for, um. Saving my life. And keeping me safe from, um. Cade. And Nerva.
[ Nerva is really scary, okay. ]
I don't really know...how I can thank you for that, really. But if there's anything I can ever do for you, Alistair. Just let me know. And I mean anything, even if it isn't the kind of thing that doesn't necessarily need to be told to, ah. The Inquisition.
[ You have acquired +1 Dalish Spy! (zelda item get music here) ]
[ Nerva is really scary, okay. ]
I don't really know...how I can thank you for that, really. But if there's anything I can ever do for you, Alistair. Just let me know. And I mean anything, even if it isn't the kind of thing that doesn't necessarily need to be told to, ah. The Inquisition.
[ You have acquired +1 Dalish Spy! (zelda item get music here) ]
Do not speak to, come near, or look at my son again.
Why did you not tell us about the disguises! I have been told now that disguises are a great part of being a Warden, and that you, yourself, have used such disguises in the past, sneaking around in disguises--and yet we were never told! There were hours in which tales were told, as we came all that long way to Skyhold, and now I learn that you have tales of disguises that you did not share by these fires.
This is shameful and I am insulted. We are insulted. That is all.
This is shameful and I am insulted. We are insulted. That is all.
[There is an addition to Alistair and Zevran's shared quarters, arriving a little while after Morrigan's sternly worded missive.
Kieran doesn't know who Alistair is in relation to him but he knows of him. And while his mother might have said to avoid him, he watched the way he was taught and has managed to sneak in to leave a small gift.
The griffin is crude and matches the crow gifted to Zevran; lots of variously sized stones to make up the body, legs made from branches, as well as feathers, scavenged from various parts of Skyhold. One leg is a little shorter than the rest, and the tail has a kink to it, but it's still pretty recognisable.
After all, shouldn't proper Grey Wardens that kill Archdemons have one?]
Kieran doesn't know who Alistair is in relation to him but he knows of him. And while his mother might have said to avoid him, he watched the way he was taught and has managed to sneak in to leave a small gift.
The griffin is crude and matches the crow gifted to Zevran; lots of variously sized stones to make up the body, legs made from branches, as well as feathers, scavenged from various parts of Skyhold. One leg is a little shorter than the rest, and the tail has a kink to it, but it's still pretty recognisable.
After all, shouldn't proper Grey Wardens that kill Archdemons have one?]
[Breathlessly:] Do you have someone to attend tonight's soiree with? If not, I need a favor.
I have a question. Is your Warden Camp specifically for Wardens, or can other people come, if they bring their own tent and everything...?
Sending Crystal, around the time of Zev's hot or hot damn post
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Tell me Wynne did not flirt with Oghren, for the love of the Maker, please. Not that I have any love for the Maker, but my plea stands.
[ Guess who comes BARGING INTO THEIR TENT after having attempted a questionable ritual with songs and abominations and what not?? Hint: It's Beleth. ]
Al--Alis-- [ What little is said of his name is sung out, then her face scrunches up, and she sighs. Have you ever heard an irate sigh musically sung?? Now you have, check it off your bucket list. ]
BecaaaaarefulwhenyouuuuhelpAaaaaanders.
[ And she flops to the ground, now able to pray to death to claim her now that her message has been delivered. And in song, as well. How helpful. ]
Al--Alis-- [ What little is said of his name is sung out, then her face scrunches up, and she sighs. Have you ever heard an irate sigh musically sung?? Now you have, check it off your bucket list. ]
BecaaaaarefulwhenyouuuuhelpAaaaaanders.
[ And she flops to the ground, now able to pray to death to claim her now that her message has been delivered. And in song, as well. How helpful. ]
Ah...Alistair...I know this must be out of the blue...and somewhat abrupt...but...[each and every single word seems to be a struggle for her for some reason]...you extended an invitation for me to...come visit you at the camp.
If you have the time, of course, it is not a rush I have no interest in inconveniencing you [or saying what she has to say, so of course she's in no hurry.] but...I do have something to...speak with you about, something important.
[She will find a way to make Zevran's life a little bit miserable for this.]
If you have the time, of course, it is not a rush I have no interest in inconveniencing you [or saying what she has to say, so of course she's in no hurry.] but...I do have something to...speak with you about, something important.
[She will find a way to make Zevran's life a little bit miserable for this.]
Alistair.
( It'd be better to speak in person but that'd involve... something. Acknowledging things. And right now she is going to, instead, take the baby step of being friendly rather than making him be smug. Or something. IT MAKES SENSE IN HER HEAD. )
Have you seen the armour Zevran made for my nugs? It's quite endearing.
( It'd be better to speak in person but that'd involve... something. Acknowledging things. And right now she is going to, instead, take the baby step of being friendly rather than making him be smug. Or something. IT MAKES SENSE IN HER HEAD. )
Have you seen the armour Zevran made for my nugs? It's quite endearing.
I wanted to thank you for helping out, and apologize for the side-effects. I trust they weren't too embarrassing?
I...[yes, Fiona doesn't quite know what to say here]...I'm not sure what the grace period is for processing emotions.
[Was that too formal? Not formal enough?] I...maybe that didn't come out right.
[Or it could be that this conversation wasn't going the way she wanted it and she'd barely begun it.]
How are you?
[Was that too formal? Not formal enough?] I...maybe that didn't come out right.
[Or it could be that this conversation wasn't going the way she wanted it and she'd barely begun it.]
How are you?
[ A light rain patters against canvas, creating a comfortably merry din under which to read and review scrolls of maps. Yellow-stained, softer where they crease, almost indecipherable unless you have any literacy with regard to map reading. Certainly, for a Warden and their necessary travels, Alistair must be.
Sabine, less so.
She has slithered undetected (at least, as far as she knows) into the Warden camp, ducking into where she last saw Alistair step out. Briefly, perhaps, or for the night, although the candles left burning indicate to her she will probably get caught in a moment. This isn't her concern, by the looks of things, nudging aside one of the paper weights to better see the scope of the map papering the table. A sturdy woolen cloak is glittering with beads of water, the hood now pulled back to set free a mostly dry halo of red curls.
Careful not to drip on anything or smudge age-faded ink, but only to a certain point, she rolls out another map with curious hands. ]
Sabine, less so.
She has slithered undetected (at least, as far as she knows) into the Warden camp, ducking into where she last saw Alistair step out. Briefly, perhaps, or for the night, although the candles left burning indicate to her she will probably get caught in a moment. This isn't her concern, by the looks of things, nudging aside one of the paper weights to better see the scope of the map papering the table. A sturdy woolen cloak is glittering with beads of water, the hood now pulled back to set free a mostly dry halo of red curls.
Careful not to drip on anything or smudge age-faded ink, but only to a certain point, she rolls out another map with curious hands. ]
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